After a short while, Xuan Qianning suddenly untied the nine-section demon whip from her waist and handed it to Xuan Fengqian.
Xuan Feng raised a slight brow, gently pushed away Xuan Qian Ning's hand, and asked softly, "Sister, what does this mean?"
Xuan Qianning blushed and said shyly, "Last night, the Venerable said that my physical strength was too poor and wanted to give me a divine weapon, so he gave me this nine-section demon whip. I thought that I had the Venerable's protection and didn't need this thing, so I simply did you a favor and gave it to you."
"I never imagined that Ning'er would love her youngest son so much."
Yuan Heng's phoenix eyes were filled with spring as she smiled faintly at Bai Di, who was gazing at her intently.
The White Emperor had long seen through Xuan Qianning's true colors and was afraid that Yuan Heng would be deceived by her feigned innocence.
He originally wanted to tell Yuan Heng everything about the outrageous things Xuan Qianning had done, but he gave up because there were too many people around.
Left with no other choice, he had to subtly change the subject, "Heng'er, why are your hands so cold? Are you feeling unwell?"
It should be noted that Yuan Heng's true form is a snow plum tree, which is already accustomed to extremely cold climates.
Normally, even when she walks barefoot on the snow, her whole body still feels warm.
But today, her body looked as if it had just been pulled out of an ice cave, which was particularly abnormal.
Yuan Heng quietly withdrew her hand, her face flushed with embarrassment, and said coquettishly, "It's nothing, why are you making such a fuss?"
Seeing her shy demeanor, Bai Di smiled warmly and whispered in her ear, "Are you shy?"
This was the first time Xuan Fengqian had ever seen the White Emperor so impatient.
Not wanting to delay his "good deed," she suggested gently, "Father, it's getting late. Why don't you accompany Mother back to her palace to rest?"
"That's fine too." The White Emperor smiled broadly and pulled Yuan Heng into his arms.
Yuan Heng suddenly remembered something important and hurriedly grasped Xuan Fengqian's hand, saying anxiously, "My dear child, Mother has already ordered someone to send the bird's nest and coconut cup to Qingfeng Palace. Remember to drink it while it's hot."
"When did Mother regain such skill?"
Xuanfeng looked at Yuanheng with a slightly confused expression, feeling that something was amiss.
Yuan Heng came from afar, so why was bird's nest and coconut cup specially prepared for her?
Furthermore, according to the original owner's memories, Yuan Heng seemed to have never cooked.
"Qianqian, you may not know this, but before a fairy daughter gets married, she must drink a bowl of bird's nest and coconut soup, which symbolizes a sweet and happy marriage with many children and blessings," Xuan Qianning said.
"Ning'er is absolutely right."
Just as Yuan Heng was wondering how to answer, Xuan Qianning happened to come to her rescue.
At first, she thought Xuan Fengqian was just a young girl with yellow hair, someone she could easily deal with.
Unexpectedly, Xuan Fengqian was even more vigilant than Bai Di.
Thinking of this, she dared not linger there any longer. She leaned weakly against the White Emperor's chest and returned to his bedchamber with him.
After the two of them left hand in hand, Xuan Qianning pretended to stuff the Nine-Section Demon Whip into Xuan Fengqian's hand, saying, "Qianqian, this is just a small gift, nothing more."
Aren't you tired?
Xuan Fengqian was too lazy to play along with her, so he casually tossed the Nine-Section Demon Whip aside and watched her with a leisurely air.
"What does Qianqian mean by this?" Xuan Qianning suddenly squatted down, put the Nine-Section Demon Whip into her bosom, and said in an unfriendly tone.
"People tend to flaunt what they lack most," Xuan Fengqian said with a slight smile, her sharp peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly. "I suppose you, sister, are very eager to gain the Demon Lord's favor?"
Xuan Qianning's face was dark, and her voice revealed a hint of restraint, "The Demon Lord has already treated me extremely well."
"Like drinking water, only the drinker knows whether it's hot or cold. What's the use of you putting on a brave face in front of me? There will be many more sleepless nights to come."
Xuan Fengqian suddenly turned around and left without looking back.
"You lowlife, let's see how long you can be so smug!" Xuan Qianning said through gritted teeth.
She stared intently at Xuan Fengqian's gracefully departing figure, the miserable scene of Xuan Fengqian being wantonly played with already appearing in her mind.
In fact, she had already sensed something was wrong with Yuan Heng when he was warmly holding her hand and chatting about everyday things.
Although Yuan Heng had never mistreated her over the past thousands of years, he had never called her "Ning'er" so affectionately as he had just done.
Besides, she was, after all, Ji Shuo's biological daughter.
She could see through details that others would hardly notice at a glance.
The way Yuan Heng spoke just now was somewhat similar to Ji Shuo's.
If I'm not mistaken, Yuan Heng's body should already be possessed by Ji Shuo.
Thinking of this, Xuan Qianning could no longer suppress her joy, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on her lips.
"Xuan Fengqian, just wait until you're completely ruined!"
Xuan Qianning seemed possessed, her eyes wide with rage, her voice trembling slightly with overwhelming excitement.
She knew perfectly well that Ji Shuo, who had been biding his time for so many years, would never easily let go of any opportunity to torment Yuan Heng and Xuan Fengqian.
Therefore, the bird's nest and coconut cups that were specially sent to Qingfeng Palace were most likely poisoned.
Even if it's not a deadly poison that can rupture the intestines, it's still a potent aphrodisiac that can ruin a woman's chastity.
This time, she'll see who will want Xuan Fengqian's filthy body after the truth comes out!
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Fuchen Residence
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Wuya transformed into a wisp of black smoke and silently slipped through the crack in the door.
In order to find out the truth about the nightmare, it finally took a risk and searched the dusty bedroom on its own.
To its great dismay, it searched for almost half an hour without finding anything of any use.
It was utterly defeated and slumped down on the dusty bed, panting heavily.
Could it really just be a nightmare?
But why did the sinister look in the eyes of the dust motif when it snapped its neck in the nightmare feel so familiar?
In his distress, Wuya suddenly recalled the time when Fuchen had pulled him out of the ancient well in front of Ningxiang Palace.
It vividly remembered the moment it opened its eyes and saw Fuchen staring at it menacingly, as if it were a corpse, which sent chills down its spine.
However, at that time it was so terrified by Guhuo that it didn't notice these trivial matters at all.
Looking back now, something about the floating dust really was wrong.
Wuya wiped away the large patches of sweat from under his wings, stretched his neck, mustered his strength, and once again began a thorough search of the bedroom, which was so clean it was almost spotless.
Thump—
Perhaps it was too impatient, because it accidentally bumped into the wall behind the desk that was covered with calligraphy and paintings.
"Ouch! That hurts so much..."
Wuya spat out a mouthful of saliva, the pain making him see stars.
Unexpectedly, its collision resulted in it accidentally hitting the switch of the secret room.
Bang bang bang—
The next instant, it saw the wall covered with calligraphy and paintings slowly moving to both sides.
Suddenly, a secret room, about half the size of a bedroom, appeared in the center of the wall.
Wuya cautiously looked around, thinking to himself that Fuchen shouldn't turn back so soon, so he mustered his courage and plunged into the secret chamber.
To its surprise, the moment it darted into the secret room, the door slammed shut with a loud bang.
"Gah! A ghost!"
Wuya was so frightened that he hugged himself tightly and helplessly shrank behind the luminous pearl in the corner of the wall.
After a long while, it tentatively stretched out one of its slender legs and probed forward.
Realizing that there were no wandering ghosts in the secret room, it breathed a sigh of relief and leaped onto the table covered with bottles and jars with a "whoosh".
"Hehuan San...what is that?"
Wuya stuck out her small, clove-like tongue, intending to taste the Hehuan Powder. She inadvertently glimpsed a passage in the classic texts about it: "Hehuan Powder is colorless and odorless, with extremely potent medicinal properties. One must have sexual intercourse with another person within two hours of taking it, otherwise one will turn into blood..."
"The union of yin and yang?"
Wuya hid a small, unopened bottle of Hehuan Powder under his wing and muttered to himself, "I'll try it out sometime tomorrow. Who knows, the Venerable One might offer himself to me to save me."
Just as it was happily imagining the intense scene of its "battle between heaven and man" with Leng Ye, a sudden commotion came from outside the secret room.
"Strange! How come Fuchen is back so quickly?"
Wuya was so frightened that he trembled all over and hurriedly scrambled onto the beam, holding his breath and not daring to even breathe loudly.
Bang bang bang—
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Chen, wearing only a thin undergarment, stepped into the secret chamber.
He seemed to be in a good mood, and an unusual blush appeared on his pale cheeks.
The next moment, he stepped into the bathtub next to the table and soaked in the tub comfortably.
Wuya was increasingly puzzled. It clearly remembered that Fuchen had taken a bath before leaving home, and it hadn't even been two hours. Why was it soaking in the water again?
Just as it was racking its brains trying to figure it out, Fuchen had already stood up from the bathtub.
Wuya instinctively rolled up its wings and covered its eyes tightly, afraid of seeing something unclean.
To its surprise, when it opened its eyes again, the dust motif was right in front of it, staring at it intently with a chilling smile.
"Gah! What a coincidence, you jinx!"
Wuya was so frightened that his hair stood on end and his body trembled.
Fu Chen grabbed its head, his voice icy cold, "There's no gate to hell, yet you dare to trespass?"
"My jinx, I didn't see anything. I just got lost and stumbled here by accident."
Is this important?
Fu Chen casually tossed it into the bathtub and said coldly, "How could I let Leng Ye's lackey go so easily?"
Wuya sensed the chilling murderous aura emanating from him and was on the verge of tears. "You jinx, are you blind? Can't you even tell the difference between a bird and a dog? I am not a lackey, I am the number one divine bird of the Nine Netherworlds."
"Wait until I get back, then I'll deal with you."
Fu Chen was too lazy to waste words with it. He casually set up a barrier around the bathtub, changed into a purple robe, and strode out of the secret room.
"Isn't this the python-patterned brocade robe that Di Jun often wears?"
Wuya muttered something in confusion, then understood in the blink of an eye.
If it's not mistaken, then the Hehuan Powder was most likely prepared by Fuchen for Xuanfengqian.
The reason he transformed into Di Jun's appearance was to frame Di Jun for everything afterward.
"A-Qian..."
"No! You can't!"
Having figured all this out, Wuya mustered all his strength and frantically rammed into the barrier set up by Fuchen.
Thump—
Thump thump thump—
It rammed against the barrier for a full quarter of an hour, but still couldn't break through it.
Wuya panicked and, ignoring his already broken head, desperately rammed against the barrier.
Half an hour later, when it broke through the barrier, it was covered in blood.
"A-Qian...I'm coming to save you right now."
Disregarding his own safety, Wuya charged recklessly out of Fuchen Residence.
It originally planned to return to Jiuyou first and let Leng Ye rescue her.
But it is now seriously injured and can no longer travel that long distance.
With nowhere else to turn, it had no choice but to seek help from the White Emperor.
Although, last time it was the White Emperor who schemed against it.
However, the White Emperor has always doted on Xuan Fengqian. If he knew that Xuan Fengqian was about to be in danger, he would not stand idly by, even at the cost of his own life.
"Xuanxiao! Help! Xuanxiao, it's an emergency!"
Before long, Wuya barged into the White Emperor's bedchamber.
What was that sound?
The White Emperor, who was untying Yuan Heng's hair, heard Wuya's strange cry and said unhappily to the fairy guarding outside the house, "If it's that gossipy crow, don't be polite to it, just kick it out."
Wuya cried out anxiously at the top of his lungs, "Xuanxiao, hurry and save him..."
Unexpectedly, before it could finish speaking, Yuan Heng rushed out of the bedroom and pressed Wuya's mouth shut.
The White Emperor looked at the usually gentle Yuan Heng with slight surprise and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"
"No...it's nothing."
Yuan Heng instinctively tried to hide the blood-covered Wuya behind her back, but Bai Di snatched it away.
He gently placed Wuya in his palm and poured his inner energy into it with all his might.
"Xuanlang, do you recognize this bird? Why did you go to so much trouble to save it?"
Yuan Heng was particularly uneasy.
She had a feeling that Wuya seemed to know about her and Fuchen's plan and was about to inform Baidi.
If that's the case, once Wuya wakes up, she'll be completely finished.
"If it weren't for this bird, I would never have been able to capture the Blood Demon so easily."
Looking at Yuan Heng's pale face, the White Emperor sighed softly and said with particular remorse, "Heng'er, I have already imprisoned that madwoman in the Black Iron Cage. What happened back then was indeed something I wronged you with. I swear that I will never do it again from now on."
"I see."
Yuan Heng bit her lip lightly, managing to force a smile.
She should have realized long ago that Bai Di had no place for her in his heart.
But when she heard Bai Di call her a "madwoman," she still felt a deep, agonizing pain in her heart.
"Gah..."
Just then, Wuya's chest trembled, and he weakly whimpered.
Seeing this, Yuan Heng was extremely anxious and tried several times to snatch Wuya from Bai Di's hands, but he avoided her without making a sound.
“My love, a moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold.”
"Heng'er, allow me to ask you a couple more questions."
The White Emperor gently soothed Yuan Heng's emotions, then turned to Wuya with slight anxiety and asked, "Wuya, what did you just say? Who do you want me to save?"
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